Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
It's beautiful!I still look upto my parents when I'm confused or turn to them when I wanna speak to somebody.I still crave for their protection:)"someday you'll miss being a childwho didn't have to be brave" Ohh this is lovely!Thank you for sharing this moment, I'm sure a lot of us can relate to it:)
I love the imagery - the lane of sunset cutting the water, especially. I also really connect with the last line. It seems I can hardly remember when I didn't have to be brave. Thanks for the reminder. It feels like truth.
I'll be honest here...I have never written poetry seriously, neither have I tried to follow it...but your writing here really makes me want to change my stance....Moving.Scribblers Inc.
Beautiful in a poignant manner, soothing yet disturbed...
The last two lines seemed to resonate...loved it all.
Erratic Thoughts, I'm so glad that it resonates. I didn't leave childhood with that security, but I very much hope that I give it to my children.Karen, I hope you did have that feeling when young and that a piece of it remains.Scribblers, nothing beats poetry for raw expression. You can really distill powerful messages with it. Thank you for the huge, huge compliment!AP, yes, the darkness is hovering at the edges. That's why the solace is so precious.Oddyoddyo13, these words could be for you too. You're even closer to where the turning point can begin to happen. But maybe it makes a difference if you know what to hold onto.
A truly moving piece and such a profound truth. I find it so amazing how relatable the fishing/boating imagery can be. Well done.
Poetically delicious ~.
I love, "a lane of sunset"...that is just what it is. Photo and words are the perfect pairing here. And then, those last two lines...so very inclusive, Jason.
Twilight on a summer's eve.... I really like the wording you used Jason....great images and the ending leaves me remembering just that... a time when I didn't have to be brave. Someone else had that job.
Dan, yes, there's something so primal about the water. And we're so exposed. So at the mercy of nature.Lee, thanks!Kaye, that lane draws us forward. We rush as children, ready for the next adventures, always. Now, I know that path is much shorter than it used to be. Perhaps we don't like to think about that and look with more longing.
Awareness, it was really a wonderful moment to live too. I didn't have to embellish too much for the poem. :)
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